King Regards - Susan Boil

Far away, I pray this letter finds you well and safe I hope to god I wrote it not too late I'll never understand the things you've faced The path you had to take You were the parts of me I kept concealed and contained A relic of the way you were raised A product of rage, of passion and pain The last one to shoulder the blame Did you expect me to try to look you straight in the eye And drag you back down to earth? I watched you walk down a road I could not condone And fell to my knees as it took you so Far away, I pray this letter finds you well and safe I hope to god I wrote it not too late I'll never understand the things you've faced The path you had to take Was it your choice to break the promises you made In a voice that quaked with apprehension? I thought I knew you, I thought you knew me too The grave that you dug's not deep enough for two It's not deep enough for two And I don't owe shit to you I'm running out of reasons not to keep you so Far away, I pray this letter finds you well and safe I hope to god I wrote it not too late I'll never understand the things you've faced The path you had to take Time won't slow If you could see these words before you go I swear I'll never sleep until I know That you have finally found a place to rest And the weight is off your chest As you waste away You're a ghost You're a ghost to me You fucking let me down Why can't you let me be? (Why can't you let me be?) I went through hell to find a way in But you made the bed you laid in Convinced that no one would care Cut every tie you could rely on But you chose this hill to die on And I won't follow you there Far away, I pray this letter finds you well and safe I hope to god I wrote it not too late I'll never understand the things you've faced The path you had to take Can't you see? (some things cannot be concealed) Please know I never wanted you to leave (we will succumb to the wounds we never heal) I'll bleed from every pore just to believe (I hope you find a place to rest) That you got what you sought in your last breath Some dignity in death (in your death)

[I) Eating Shit As An Occupation] Dennis Hurley, guns and coffee. Lucky strikes. Suede shoes. Polyester slacks cramped posture. Staleman, frail hands. Shake caffeine palsy. Lame Veteran korea grips breasts. Wife's breasts. Gorge Bruised nipples. Welted glazed thighs. Half-gallon Bourbon. Slit my intentions. Boil. Octopus lentils, leeks, lamb cabbage, spinach, squash Pie, prunes, and eggplant, curdled goat's blood milk, Head cheese, rye roast. Peel shrimp fetus cold aborted Daughter. Mormon. Right wing. House wives swallow Dennis' love zanex. Wet sleep dead man. Slit my Aspirations. Boil. Me be itsy silly fluffy boy. Golly folly. Skippy Trippie pixie slippy toy. Lolly polly. Shoot me. Rat squeal secrets. Desade roleplay. Whipped skin Hot back. Sidhartha cancer. Tock murders the lorax. Shower head. Crammed fist. Launch crying children Sprint deceptive off chin. Priss grin. Wipe cream crust On the red white blue. L. B.J. kiss me. Slit my Occupation. Boil. [II) Burning Kalamazoo To The Ground With Zippo fluid] Clear filthy water. Dung campus housing. Slumlord Rule. Raise my rent. Pure cutesy water. Strappy vein Bulging tight lamp cord. God of love. Don't travel to Belfast, Ian. Arms poked bony skin. Plum badge of Honor. War hero. Suck. Stick. Right. Pregnant womb K'zoo. Mud scene pie easy stroking farce. I'm not loyal. "Step down Mr. and Mrs. Politically Correct. It's so Easy to be "punk" and "aware" living at home. You Can't change shit, you're too self-righteous; you're the Bigots you flount to loathe." Cappuccino, Darvans with vodka. Pente'. Zig Zag. Courvoisier. Nitrous. Karaoke. Cornbread Patrick. Albert Hoffman dreams a wind chime. Buck shot. Limbau swill rot champagne. Swill granola holy. Meth Sneeze blood hurl. Slit my education. Boil light. Shoot me boy. Love's a prescription love feast. Let's go sailing Mr. Hurley.